At least when you?re off work.??Panties ride up my butt crack and I hate pantyhose.? Annie smiled back. She straightened the seam of her pink shoulder...strap dress that barely reached her hips while Cindy got out of her red blouse and black flare skirt. Each put on an erotic combination outfit. While Annie was out on stage an Arab prince kept staring at her with a grin on his face. As he waved Annie over, she shook her hips and raised the bottom of her dress so that the man could get a good look. It was like that." But that WAS for you," said Tiffany."Was it?" he asked."Of course it was!" she hissed. "Do you think I go around showing men my breasts all the time?" You seemed awfully comfortable, like it was pretty routine." He frowned."Well you're wrong about that!" she snapped. "Other than my boyfriend, you're the only man in the world who's seen them like that!" Oh," he said, sounding ashamed. He WAS ashamed. He'd put her in a stereotyped box again."Look," she said, fidgeting in her. Back to his sack, double-checking the balls, they were up tight against his shaft, the blond peach fuzz made it seemed almost hairless. He started to breath hard, she was pretty sure she was too. Feeling the shaft again, it seemed fine, just unbending. She couldn't resist a few touches of the head, around the rim, and the hole. She felt a bit of lubricant, and spread that around with her fingertip. She asked if he liked any cute girls in his class and if they had the same effect on him. Yes. It. I figured I would be comfortable during the day but that nights could be chilly. What did I mean "nights?"The smoke that I saw was toward the east and I decided to head in that direction. I would follow the smoke and keep the sun from my eyes. Also, I did not see any large waterways in that direction, or in any other direction, for that matter. With a target of a sort established, I shouldered my bags and started moving looking around for anything to eat or drink as I walked. My laptop bag had.